Blog Posts by Jonathan Parnell

The Sin in Our Cynicism

Jonathan Parnell

If we’re going to wrap our heads around cynicism (or loose its fangs from our heart), we need to start by understanding it’s a symptom of a greater disease. Cynicism, problematic as it is, presents itself more as the emblem of a wider epidemic.

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God Works Wonders

Jonathan Parnell

God doesn’t have to take you where he does. He sees you. He hears you. He could say one word and you’d know it. But he doesn’t, and it must be because there’s something glorious that happens in those moments of our waiting.

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Worship in the Dark

Jonathan Parnell

Sometimes the weight of our trials are so severe that we feel as if we can’t keep our heads above the water. The pain is so vicious, the malaise so thick, that we can’t imagine our situation ever changing. We can’t see healing. We can’t articulate hope. And when we try, it just hurts more.

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That Angry Gentleman at the Restaurant

Jonathan Parnell

She sat there docile, quiet, unmoved by the heat that emanated from this gentlemen’s red forehead. “What is the story here?,” I wondered. Others might have wondered the same. More patrons were watching by then. Quite the scene was forming, though it was nothing yet compared to what it would be.

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Rest Because You Can

Jonathan Parnell

At night when we go to bed, on a whole day when we pause our projects, in a season of vacation or Sabbatical, our stopping work is our saying “Enough!” to the merry-go-round. We don’t have to ride this thing. There remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God (Hebrews 4:9–10).

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The Question

Jonathan Parnell

Every Christian does the work of ministry. Whether great or small, experienced or new, vocational or not — every Christian has some kind of ministry given them from God.

We all have a calling on our lives, in varying capacities,…

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The Long Arc of Real Love

Jonathan Parnell

Packed away in the laundry room of my basement, off the beaten paths of normal household traffic, smashed together with the dried-up ladybugs and an occasional spider, are twenty garbage bags filled with toys.

They belong to our kids.

A…

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